Effluvia

The Cell looks cool and, well, Jennifer Lopez is totally sexy.

And speaking of sexy, Courtney Love looks totally different than she used to. In a good way. Check out the Official Hole Site for good pictures and videos and tunes and shit.

Find out all about the Black Dahlia murder. Scary, creepy stuff.

A lovely article by Jeff Koyen. He's a genius.

Football! Football! Football season is coming!

Bygone Days
Uncensored!

125 YEARS AGO
July 10, 1875

Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest has made an offer to lease Presidents Island at Memphis for a workhouse, promising to pay Memphis and Shelby County 10 cents per working day for all able-bodied men and women. He will clothe and board them and pay all necessary expenses and maintain a workhouse on the island.

Of course, they do have to be white people, 'cause Gen. Forrest is a big stinky racist.

Boss Kenny

"My favorite screensavers are like those falling numbers from The Matrix. How do they do that, anyway?"

Two Years Ago
I quit a job and talk about random shit. A surprisingly unfocused entry.

I lived in the dorm my first semester of college. Our dorm supervisor/house daddy guy was named Derry, an older grad student with the requisite full and bushy beard.

Some of the people who lived in my dorm played ping-pong. A lot. The dorm ping-pong table and accompanying equipment became quite worn. Therefore, a fundraiser was held.

These flyers appeared all over the dorm:

I didn't play ping-pong so I pretty much ignored this entreaty for money.

At the end of the semester, during finals week, all was quiet in the dorm as people studied. I took a break one night to go get a cup of ice in the lobby.

And this flyer was plastered everywhere:

I don't know who was responsible for it, but I'd like to shake their hand now. It was legendary, for a few months.

Friday night I went to the Hi-Tone to see my coworker Dave play in his band. Dave and the band are very, very good. I suggest that if you like power-pop you buy their CD through the internet. Or at Cat's, if you're in town.

The Hi-Tone is cool, if only for the fact that they serve Pabst's Blue Ribbon in a can. There was quite a bit of gen-x butt-sniffing going on, though, so I stayed for the first ten songs or so, then split. Before I left I borrowed a pen from the bartender to write a request on a napkin. I left it at Dave's feet as I walked out the door.

The request? "MORE KENNY ROGERS!"

I was a recluse Saturday. Sonya went to get her nails done and I started cleaning. This strange cleaning desire infected Sonya when she came home, and we ended up cleaning the fuck out of the house. The only time I got outside (beside to walk the dog and make a run to McD's) was when we went to Target to get some storage boxes. The winter clothes are now put up.

On Sunday we made up for my hermit-ish ways the day before by getting out at the crack of noon in Sonya's gorgeous convertible - top down, of course. We met Jen and James at Zinnie's for brunch. We ate lots of eggs.

My sister got a new Dodge Durango, so we went by her house to check it out. She was in the back yard, by her pool, and the next thing Sonya and I knew we were in the pool, splashing and swimming merrily. It was nice, though The Wife and I look like we've been parboiled from the hammering subtropical sun. We hung out at the pool for several hours, drinking beer and catching up on family gossip with Dawne and Sam, her husband.

After a quick stop by my mom's house (I put long ball-chains on the short chains already on their ceiling fan so it could be turned on and off with ease) Sonya and I went to Studio on the Square to see Hamlet, the latest Ethan Hawke vehicle. It was good, though a bit odd (as always) to see Shakespeare set in the present. And it was very trim - it clocked in at less than two hours. After seeing the Branagh version this one was like reading the Cliff's Notes. The story, though, shone through and captivatingly entertained, just like it should. I recommend it.

Then we re-met Jen and James for Indian food, of which I ate so much I felt guilty afterwards. God, I gorged myself. Rice, chicken, potatoes. Fatass.

Yesterday was excellent - good company, swimming, movies, food...and then, at the end of the day, Dave sent me a movie clip of coprophilia in action. Hilarious!